My experience of Satprem

What, now?

Everything went on.

We all felt that such was Her will.

And there was, in the months that followed, a kind of physical joy, as if a little of Mother’s vibrant plenitude had seeded itself in each and all of us.

But, down and deep within one’s being, there was an immense anger.

An anger which was a pain, a sorrow resonating through the ages.

All this, this “reality”, was so contrary to what ought to have incarnated.

How was it that Mother could have been treated thus, She who had given of Herself unreservedly and ceaselessly to each and to all, unwearyingly, so that the True, the Supreme, could embody upon earth…? Mother, whose very body had become the hope for the Earth, a cellular aggregate entirely offered to the true Consciousness…? How could it happen that, instead of serving Her, of accompanying Her, of keeping vigil, we had to find Her thus exposed, alone, alone…? Satprem would later write a little of what he had then experienced, beyond the formidable, incomprehensible shock – of this great tocsin which had come beating into the world… “No obstacle, nothing prevents…” (Satprem had, from the 17 th of May onwards, no longer been allowed in to see Mother…)

I remember the 20 th of November. That day, Mother’s body was placed in a casket which was laid in a compartment of the Samadhi, directly above where Sri Aurobindo’s had laid since 1950.

Satprem was one of those who carried the casket.

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